It’s 100% polyester,
and you can never
own enough polyester.
And the stitching
looks really retro.
Thought so then,
think so now.
And it’s the only
article of clothing
I still possess
from my high school days.
And the flying red horse
helps me soar back in time
way back across the miles
to a place where
thirty-six years ago
I worked at a Mobil station
pumping gas
checking oil
washing windshields
filling tires with air
laughing
telling stories
dreaming
scheming
and hanging out
with my best friends
for shift after shift
after shift
and getting paid
(minimum wage) for it.
What else is there to do
when you’re sixteen?
Plus, it still fits
so I wear it sometimes.
And that’s embarrassing
when I choose to get the jacket
still hanging in my closet
thirty-six years later
and wear it around the house
when my kids
are hanging out
with their best friends.
This poem is the result of using a method of generating ideas for a poem taken from a lesson plan entitled, “The Image List” by Michael McGriff. It’s included in the book, Open the Door, which was published in 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. Through three timed exercises, a poet can generate lists of sensory details and other material to use for a poem about an object to which they have a strong personal connection.
I love the imagery shown here through the jacket. When I mix this poem, with your story about your dad driving by, I get a picture of your teen years, and how you passed the time. Fantastic poem!
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Ha! Thank you!
Oh my, I feel so bad — I saw this picture scrolling in the Reader and I thought, what is THAT? Yew. Can’t be a good post.
Ay, prejudice! It exists in blogs! Never again. Love imagining you trouncing around in this, MATT, letting the kids have it. Lord knows how much they gave us out in public when they were little!
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Love this!
Thank you for the info re writing it.
I’ve discovered I think in verse, but I’m terribly versed in the craft. 😉
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I am impressed by the poem and by the fact that the jacket still fits. The next time I fill up my car, I will wonder what poems are being written in the minds if the young men pumping my gas.
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“And the flying red horse helps me soar back in time” is such a fun line. Starts a rhythm for the fourth reason that keeps going…
Amazing slice. I want to get this book now and try it.
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It’s an excellent resource for ideas about teaching poetry. Definitely recommend it.
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